A scalpel's kiss is sweeter than you think

Her eyes on the body before them, Isla had not seen Remi's face fall unfortunately, and she stood aside for him as he approached the body. A sigh left her lips at his confirmation that he didn't know her, Isla nodding to him. "I am both glad and disappointed about that," she confessed, offering him a small smile and circling around to stand at the other side of the table, where her tools were. Honestly, she had almost expected him to want to be out of there as soon as possible, what with the dead person and all, but she was hardly complaining about the company. His excitement, indeed, caused a little more life to bloom into her smile. "Er..." she began in response to his question. "Well, yes. But not by looking at the outside of her," she said, motioning to the tools laid out on the small wheeled table beside her. Speaking of which, her eyes flickered to what he had taken out of his pockets. "Are those for me, perchance?" Isla the flesh is weak